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Cee’s Odd-Ball Photo Challenge

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: July 15, 2018

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What is this?

Take a guess, then I’ll reveal what it is farther below.

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Still kind of hard to tell, but there are hundreds of ants all over the shoe insert! They were left outside to dry after getting wet, and for some reason the ants swarmed all over them.

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© 2018 BS

Flower of the Day – Christmas in July

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Flower of the Day – Christmas in July

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Do you have an extra Christmas celebration…in July?

I’ve always heard of it, but we never did anything for it, though lots of people around the world do.

Maybe families couldn’t get together in December, so have a fun party in July. Maybe we are wishing for some cooler weather, like we had in the winter months. Anyway, sounds fun!

So, here’s a pretty poinsettia for you in the month of July!

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

Flower of the Day – July 10, 2018 – Bearded Iris

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 21

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 21

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Eventually, Ghost saw the lights of the small town coming into view. As he neared the outskirts of the burg, he noticed a truck stop/diner. He stopped there to eat and ask directions to the bus station. As he walked in the door to the place, he got curious looks from the truckers and regulars that were there. Well, he was used to getting funny looks; that didn’t bother him as much as knowing he’d have to pay for his food with the hundred dollars. The money was in twenties, but he had no way of knowing that, so he was apprehensive.

He sat down at a table, and when the waitress came over with a menu, he ordered pancakes and molasses. He still had a molasses habit and needed a fix really bad. As he got involved in eating his food, he didn’t notice the truckers give each other knowing looks…the leering, the elbowing, the whispered words…dirty hippie, fag, weirdo, mountain trash. Some dared others to see if he needed to hitch a ride with them.

As Ghost finished eating, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was exhausted. His head nodded a couple of times, even though he tried to stay awake, but finally succumbed and laid his head on his arms, right there at the table. He was drifting to sleep, when someone shook his shoulder. He startled awake, looking up at a fairly normal looking trucker, if truckers were actually normal looking. Ghost didn’t know…he’d never met one before.

“Noticed you falling asleep, dude,” said the man, as he stood next to Ghost. “Where ya headed?”

Ghost swallowed and wiped a bit of drool from his mouth, “Uh, the bus station, I reckon,” he said.

The man, who had accepted the dare continued, “Well, I’m heading west all the way to California with my load. You’re welcome to ride along if you want.”

Ghost blinked and tried to think…”Is this a good thing or a bad thing?” He didn’t know this guy, maybe he’s a serial killer or something, and then…”I wouldn’t have to deal with the bus thing. I could just give this guy some money to take me along.”

He tried to sense if he should accept or not, but couldn’t get a reading on it; his brain was too tired. So, he nodded and said, okay, but that he’d pay him for taking him along on the road. The guy clapped him on the back and said,

“Good decision, I’m leaving in about half an hour. Meet me at my truck, the one with the blue cab.” He started to walk away, then turned back, “Oh, I paid for your food already, don’t worry about it.”

Ghost got his backpack and went to splash water on his face, trying to wake himself up more. Was what happened just now real, or a dream?

The man went over to his buddies and gave them a thumbs up sign. They guffawed and jeered and said, “Have fun with your little hippie, if you know what we mean. He’s all yours. If he’s any good, you can pass him on to us. We’ll keep driving him around all over the country, until we’ve all had a turn at him,” they laughed.

“No, if he’s any good, I’ll keep him for myself,” the guy said, as Ghost came back into the room. He looked over at them, then went outside in the still hot, but cooling night air.

He spotted the blue cab truck, but didn’t go over yet. He stood in the parking lot and stared up at the stars. The smell of diesel was heavy in the air. He tried to summon up a vision of what would come next, but his mind was a blank right now. Just then the doors opened, and the man came out.

“Come on,” he motioned for Ghost to follow. As they reached the semi, Ghost looked up and up…the truck was huge. He’d never been next to one before. How do you get in it, he wondered. The man had made a check of the tires and the load on the trailer, then came to the passenger side, pulled out a ladder from a hidden compartment in the side of the cab.

“Get on in,” he said.

Ghost was still in awe of the huge truck though, and just stood there. Even the lowest rung of the ladder was pretty high. The man rolled his eyes, as he pushed Ghost up to the ladder, telling him to climb, and he helped boost Ghost up.

They pulled away from the truck stop and onto the highway heading west. The man didn’t say much, concentrating on his driving, and soon the steady roar and rocking motion of the truck put Ghost to sleep, his head leaning on the window. He was too tired to dream. If he’d been able to though, he would have tried to get out of there at all costs.

The trucker kept glancing over at Ghost. His thoughts rambled along with the passing miles. All that talk back at the truck stop was just that…talk, he figured… trying to one up the guys.Then his mind went in a ‘what if’ direction. What if he was to have some fun with this little hippie hitch-hiker? He licked his lips and looked over at Ghost again. This could be interesting. He’d never had a real urge to do anything with a guy before. Hell, he’d had women from coast to coast, but it had been awhile since the last one. A sudden stirring began to seep into his thoughts. Hmmm…maybe I should at least try it, and this is a good opportunity. No one would have to know, if he didn’t say anything.

His breathing came a little faster. He looked at Ghost again. He is kinda cute, I guess, maybe he knows the score and does this all the time. Up ahead there was a rest stop. He figured he could pull over and see what would happen. If it worked out, fine…if not, he’d just leave the kid there. So, he planned his move in the next few miles. He slowed the semi, pulling into the parking area. No one else was there.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

 

Cee’s Odd-Ball Photo Challenge

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: July 1, 2018

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Here’s a couple more photos I took at the National World War One Museum and Memorial, at Kansas City MO.

An actual torpedo, and a mine.

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To read the descriptions better, just click on the photo to enlarge…

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© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 19

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 19

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A few cars passed by as Ghost lay there, but no one in them glanced toward the angel statue. The sun was beginning it’s slow descent toward the horizon, when an old, four door sedan passed by on the road. The man inside had been this way before, and always looked for the angel statue as a landmark of sorts, to know he was on the right road leading to his home. This day he smiled and nodded as he drove by, but then something got his attention, and he slowed, then stopped the car.

He tried to figure out why the young man was lying there. Was he okay? Was he asleep? Was he injured? He told himself it wasn’t any of his business, and started to drive away, but he felt compelled to go back to see what was going on.

He stopped there on the side of the road, then walked cautiously over to the young man. He was shocked to see the bloody clothes and swollen face. As he reached out to touch a shoulder, trying to wake the still figure, he could see the rise and fall of the chest, so he knew he was still alive. He shook the shoulder a little more, and as the person roused, opening his sky blue eyes to a waking state, the man was startled at what they revealed.

“Ghost,” the man whispered.

Ghost nodded slightly. The man had never seen Ghost before, yet had said his name as if he had. He felt a strong connection to this Ghost person, and knew he had to take him to his home in the mountains. He gently put his arms under Ghost’s knees and back, and carried him to the old car. He tenderly laid him on the back seat, noticed Ghost shivering, so put an old, soft blanket over him. He brushed a golden strand of hair off Ghost’s forehead, saying softly,

“You’ll be okay, Ghost. You’ll be home soon,” and he drove off. It was over two hundred miles to the man’s home, from near the coast, where they were, up wooded, twisting roads, into the mountains.

At last he was there. He still didn’t know why he’d brought Ghost home with him, but here he was. His wife would surely know what do do. She was a healer, after all. As he pulled up to their cabin, she came out, looking worried. Before she even knew about his mysterious passenger, she said,

“Bring him in here, hurry!”

They lifted Ghost from the car and carried him inside. He roused a little, but they could see there was no light left in those amazing eyes. She looked at her husband,

“You know what I need. Bring me my tonics and herbs, quickly!”

When he returned, she administered the medicines to Ghost.

“He needs to be cleansed,” she said, drawing a warm bath.

The man nodded, and helped her undress Ghost. They both gasped as they saw the devastating injuries on Ghost’s body. They lowered him into the warm water, bathing him gently, washing away blood and dirt from his wounds, and his hair free of blood and debris. Even more than the washing away of blood, it was washing away some of the pain.

The gentleness of their actions soothed Ghost’s mind and soul. When they were finished, they clothed him in a soft flannel shirt of the man’s. It was very large and hung from Ghost’s thin frame, but he could feel the softness and was grateful. They took him to a small room, settling him into a soft bed there. He fell instantly asleep.

The woman and her husband sat at their kitchen table and talked.

“How did you know his name?” and “How did you know I brought someone home?” they questioned…and “What are we to do with him?”

Then, they revealed they both had felt a connection to Ghost, somehow, as if they knew him…then the wife exclaimed,

“Oh, my goodness, I think this must be Miz Deliverance’s grandson! That must be it. I knew something was nagging at me, something that was familiar. We haven’t heard from her in many years…maybe only once since she left the community.”

The two of them continued to discuss and ponder why Ghost was here now. How it had come to be that they had been the ones to find and care for him. As they talked, the wife prepared their supper. They knew Ghost needed to eat, and this would nourish him.

She brought up a tray for Ghost, and gently woke him…told him he must eat something, to keep up his strength. She helped him to sit up a bit, and took a spoonful of the dish she’d made, bringing it up to his lips. As he tasted it, he smiled slightly, because he knew it was the same potato soup his grandmother had taught him to make.

The wife had been good friends with Miz Deliverance for years, but when the troubles had begun, things changed. She didn’t know for sure, but doubted Ghost had ever been told the circumstances of his beginnings. She did hear from her friend later on, that she’d written a journal detailing everything, possibly to be given to Ghost after her passing. Just in case she’d never given it to him, the woman decided to write a note for him to find someday.

She wrote, “Ghost, your grandmother had many gifts, and was an exceptional woman. She loved you and cared for you when no one else would. She kept a secret journal, wherein everything would be revealed to you. If it has not, please search for it, possibly hidden in her house in Missing Mile. It will reveal her secrets…about her and about you, Ghost.

I know what she intended for you to know, but it is not for me to tell. The journal is very important. Do not fail in your search for it. My prayer for you is that the angels always watch over you, and keep you in their arms.” Then she took Ghost’s old backpack and hid the note in a small rip inside, to be found someday.

Ghost continued his slow healing, and was eventually able to join the man and wife. He told them some of his story about his time with his grandmother. Little by little his sky blue eyes were getting their light back. The couple encouraged him to go out in the community to meet people, and learn what he could of the mountain ways, which after all was his heritage.

In time his accent grew thicker, and he became knowledgeable of the ways of his ancestors. It came easily for him. But, to the community, though they were mostly accommodating and cheerful around him, they still considered him an outsider. Even though he adapted to their ways, they’d still give each other knowing looks…and Ghost, being the sensitive he was, could feel their hesitancy to accept him…could hear their thoughts, which were mostly negative.

This hurt Ghost’s heart. He was such a giving person, he couldn’t understand why most shunned him. His spirit grew restless. He felt it was time to move on. Toward what, he didn’t know, but the leering looks, the ‘accidental’ touches, the name calling, the bullying, had already begun from one group of guys.

So, he decided to go from the mountains…go face his destiny. It had been one year exactly since he’d come there.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Fireworks and PTSD

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Excellent reminders about PTSD and fireworks. Please visit “Untangled’ for more informative and helpful posts.

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We are heading into the weekend before the 4th of July.  The holiday lands on a Wednesday this year. The firework store billboards are now up, looming huge on the side of the road, and the fireworks-stands seem to pop up out of nowhere in the parking lot of strip malls. Business must be pretty good, because already many, many people are shooting off fireworks and firecrackers at all hours of the day and night.

I understand the fun and enjoyment some people may have from setting off fireworks. Although there are many legal fireworks for sale in the state where I live, there is a never-ending supply of both legal and illegal varieties lying in wait for the excited revelers to buy just across our state-line. There you can purchase the big ones, the percussion of which shakes the houses in the neighborhood.

We have become accustomed to many…

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Dream Lover – Song Lyric Sunday – Dreams

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 6/24/18

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Today, for SLS, Helen has asked for songs about dreams. Thanks so much for all the prompts each week, Helen!

I like having dreams, and remember more of them than I forget. I write them down in detail in dream journals (and I have a lot).

I’ve chosen two pretty old songs about dreams. I remember hearing both of them on the radio, way back when, and actually could remember the words to them, so I had to sing along. Enjoy!

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“Dream Lover”, by Bobby Darin, was released in 1959, on the Atco label. It was written by Bobby Darin.

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“All I Have To Do Is Dream”, by the Everly Brothers, was released in 1958. It was written by Boudleaux Bryant, and is on the Cadence label.

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Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream

When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream

When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day

Only trouble is, gee whiz
I’m dreamin’ my life away

I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I’m dreamin’ my life away

I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream

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Lyrics found on Genius

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 10

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 10

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Ghost walked down the gravelly path back to the highway. He was still so mad at Steve. He fumed and snorted and muttered to himself as he walked. As he went along the side of the road, cars whizzed by, their occupants staring at the red faced, blond hippie stomping along in his old Army jacket. The heat must have tetched him, they thought. Ghost began to slow down his pace.

“It’s too hot out here to keep going,” he panted. The cool shade of the North Carolina woods beckoned, so he figured he’d rest awhile over there under the pine trees. He knew these woods around Missing Mile probably better than anyone. He’d roamed this area since he was a kid. Being mountain born, and raised by his herbalist Grandmother had its advantages, he guessed. He never got lost out here. He hoped Steve got bit by a spider, maybe he even fell in the lake. That would serve him right.

“Hmmph,” he snorted, as he leaned back against a tree. His mind began to wander as he cooled off. He thought about the day he met Steve…that day in these same woods. How he’d warned Steve of the giant spider web he was about to walk into. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else getting spiders on them, since he hated them so much his own self.

“Hmmph, should’a let him run right into it,” he thought. He didn’t know why he had a spider phobia, or when it started. They even came to him in his dreams.

“Maybe a harbinger of bad things to come, a warning omen.” He shuddered at the thought. Saying the word out loud, “harbinger,” he shuddered again. “I ain’t skeered of much a’nothin’, just spiders,” he told himself. “Nothin’ wrong about that…it just is.”

The shadows grew longer as the day passed along lazily. Ghost fell asleep. He was exhausted, and his sleep was dreamless for a change. When he awoke, he was disoriented for a bit. It came back to him slowly, but by then, the edge of his anger had worn down. What he felt now was hunger. He’d not eaten all day. Steve had all the food back at the campsite. It was beginning to be twilight…how long had he been asleep, he wondered.

Getting to his feet, he worked out what he’d say to Steve when he got back there.

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Steve had been worried about Ghost off and on throughout the afternoon. On the one hand, he probably should go look for him. On the other hand, Ghost was probably still mad at him. And anyway, he thought, Ghost never gets lost in these woods. He knows exactly where he is, and he himself would probably be the one who got lost.

So he waited. The fishing had been pretty good…caught a few…cleaned them, and as it got dark, he lit a campfire and began to cook them. He figured if Ghost was anywhere nearby, the smell of cooking, and his hunger would lure him out. Sure enough, Ghost slowly took shape in the shadows of the woods, looking for all the world like a ghostly, pale wraith.

Steve smiled to himself. He tried to judge what Ghost’s mood was. He wasn’t getting a mad vibe from him, just a really hungry guy who’s a little leery of coming near. He kept cooking the fish, and Ghost edged closer.

When he was a little closer, still, Steve said softly, “Hey,” and looked at Ghost. “Come and eat.”

Ghost nodded, came and sat down. He looked at the fire and began his rehearsed speech. “Steve,” he whispered, “sorry I got mad at you.” He bit his lower lip.

Steve’s heard melted at his friend’s obvious discomfort at apology. “Yeah, I’m sorry I laughed at you, Ghost,” Steve said softly. They both looked up into each other’s eyes, and both knew they’d been forgiven. They smiled.

They ate the fish, and then the sandwiches, washing it all down with the cold beer. Then Ghost remembered something.

“Hey, Steve, did you bring the molasses?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s over here,” Steve replied. “Here, catch,” he tossed the jar to Ghost. “What are you gonna put it on? You already ate the sandwiches.”

Ghost looked at Steve and showed him he didn’t need anything else. He took off the lid, inhaling the dark, rich aroma of liquid sorghum. He closed his eyes and breathed deep. “Ahhh,” he sighed.

Steve watched as his best friend dipped his fingers into the thick, sweet syrup and slowly licked them. He watched with his mouth open, a bit of drool flooding his mouth. He licked his own lips as Ghost continued to lick his sticky fingers, again and again. Ghost kept making a slurping sound…almost a sexual sound. He looked as if he was in ecstasy, and maybe he was. As long as Steve had known him, he associated Ghost with molasses. Ghost always smelled faintly of the stuff, and his kisses tasted of it. Molasses was Ghost’s drug of choice. He never went a day without it. He’d probably have withdrawal if he couldn’t get it, Steve marveled. For some reason it seemed to calm him down.

Steve continued to watch Ghost, who was totally focused for once. In spite of himself he felt turned on. He felt himself begin to breathe harder. In spite of himself he wanted to taste Ghost’s molasses covered lips, his molasses covered tongue…and so he did.

He reached over and held Ghost’s face in his rough hands and touched his own tongue to Ghost’s sticky lips, parting them, and the resulting warm sweetness of tongue on tongue was almost enough to make him loose control right then.

Ghost relaxed into the deep kiss, and they fell together back onto their blanket. Stickiness of their rising heat of skin on skin. Stickiness of the sweat hot day, stickiness of molasses…and stickiness of their love, co-mingled under the twinkling stars.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms once again.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Cee’s Odd-Ball Photo Challenge

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: May 13, 2018

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We happened to look out the back door awhile back to see this odd sight. A duck, or maybe it’s a goose, perched on top of the chimney of the house behind us. Never saw one do that before. He stayed a long time, just surveying things. (A big crane was up there one time, though).

Then, the next photo is of a light fixture above the exam chair at the doctor’s place.

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